Scarlet Clock
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Kilayla Pilon
Kilayla Pilon is an author from Cambridge, Ontario who works on poetry, fiction, and more. She is the author of When I Am Someone Else, Scarlet Clock, and the upcoming The Buried King.
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Scarlet Clock - Kilayla Pilon
Scarlet Clock
Kilayla Pilon
Scarlet Clock
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Table of Contents
Title Page
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The clock ticks
as the dial turns
The thrumming hum of clicking gears the only sound
For silence is all that echoes inside that home
Save for the chime of another hour passed
Each moment a tempo beating through
As if ripping wounds in place
To those who hear the pendulum swing, to hear the gears grinding
They are reminded of the sorrow each new day can bring
As it marks one more second, minute, hour
Where the love that once sat laughing at the creaking dining room table
Decorated in Christmas holiday cloth and candles
Plates piled high and echoing grins as clinking cutlery filled the air
Sit now in silence with dusty fallen fair
Love lingers in the scrambled, torn paper sheets
Just as known that she is no longer here
The clock ticks as the dial turns
What must it
be to feel that strange, foreign emotion
I tremble at its name, the fear flows through my veins
It has spread across my skin, starting from my beating heart
As the crimson spills in overflow and the delicate layers
They have split apart, in pieces of shredded misery
This emotion is one that many seek
Some climb mountains as tall as Everest
In search of something more, something worth dying for
I suppose I can relate to that
The risk of death for something more, something less that pales
A comparison chart would do no good
A fleeting glimpse into the eyes of those who know
That love is the emotion I seek
With risk and determination I must climb to the highest peak
Risking death in the cold, pressurized air
Just to feel as if I belong somewhere
It was a darkness
of her mind
A feeling she couldn’t escape
So she dug a grave, every day
Built of marrow and decay
But she worked with endless effort
To find a place of beauty
In the corpses of her emotions
As she lay them in their wedded bliss
With deaths final ending kiss
A rain that poured from nowhere
The droplets bled on her skin
For the sorrow she felt grew
With every lightning flash that cracked
Ripping open the sky
She knew that her dark and battered soul
Would wage war with no end in sight
Just as she knew the droplets of rain
Had stained her once again
With thin red lines of a pain sublime
Curiosity posed
a
question of the sound
A sound only heard once or twice for some, when true pain came with a